“Right this way.”
A hand at the small of my back guides me through the restaurant. Gold sconces flicker as noise hums through the space. White fabric drapes from the walls as we’re led to a table with red leather seats.
“Thank you.” I smile at the hostess as I slip out of my peacoat.
“You’ve been hiding this all night?”
An appreciate gaze wanders down my body, heat trailing in its wake. The square, black neck is simple, the dress clinging to my curves and hitting just above my knees.
Simple, but classy.
Pressing up onto the toes of my heels, I drop a peck onto Tag’s cheek. “You like?”
“If I saw this before we left, I would not have taken you out tonight.”
“Well then.” I drop into the chair Tag pulls out. “I guess that means you’ll be coming home with me tonight.”
He drops his lips to my ear. “As if you could keep me away.”
Watching as he takes the seat opposite me, he is striking. Hair is windswept. The white button-up is rolled up to the elbows, and the veins of his forearms flex as he leans across the table.
Tag is so effortlessly sexy, it’s hard to take my eyes off him.
Our waitress comes over to take our drink order before leaving.
“Back to this whole coming with me on my trip…” Tag trails off, holding his hand out on the table. Grasping it and basking in the warmth, it’s hard to remember the reasonsnotto go with him.
“I could be convinced.”
“Really?” A smile slides across his face. “How can I convince you?”
“Well,” I drag a finger over the lines in his palm, “are you allowed to sneak out after the game?”
Tag beams at me. “I’m the coach. I think I can manage that.”
“Well then, maybe I might join you.”
I waggle my eyebrows at him before taking the menu and perusing it.
“Might? That’s it?”
I peer over at him. “There’s a high likelihood that it will be a yes.”
“Good. I don’t want to ring in the new year without you.”
I hide my smile in the menu. Ever since Christmas, things have been good with Tag. Great, even.
I’ve pushed all thoughts of other less happy things from my mind. Only focusing on Tag? It’s been easy.
So easy that I’ve been considering a change of plans. But that is a thought for another time.
“What sounds good?” I ask.
“You know, that pasta with the chili flakes sounds good.”
Heat blooms in my cheeks thinking about that night. That perfect night spent with Tag.
Okay, maybe I’ll need to reconsider my plans sooner.
